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Assassin’s Creed: Revelations (2011)

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"Whatever this artefact is capable of, you are not worthy to wield it."No man is!"

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad - Assassin's Creed 2007

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Malik Al Sayf as a Lover

for @paws-of-the-quill

This one will have some freakin adorable stuff so be warned in advance!

He enjoys having tea with her in those quiet, slow mornings and evenings. Making eyes at her over their cups and hearing her adorable giggle. Malik has come to realize that his hand feels empty without hers in it. At some point during their quiet time, his hand will find hers, or touch her arm or come to rest on her thigh.

Hearing her soft shuffling around him, the soft scratch of the parchment they work on together, the scent of incense from the day before caught in the locks of her hair, mixed with her natural intoxicating scent. The slow, sweet kisses they share in the morning before anyone can annoy them.

Malik could lay beside her and watch her rest for hours. His brown eyes trailing over her every feature, reaching over to twist the locks of her hair around his fingers, trace his fingertips over her cheeks. He loves adoring her and appreciating every tiny detail that he can.

When they wake up in the morning he loves the sound of her voice softly asking him if he’s up yet. It makes his heart race in his chest when she asks “Habbibi are you awake?”.

He doesn’t open his eyes at first before her shadow covers his face… then suddenly he’ll grab her, flip her over making her laugh and grin down at her. With a sweet and firm kiss he confirms that he is indeed very much awake.

They lay there for a moments speaking softly to one another. (He could die from cuteness overload from how she says that she missed him while they were sleeping! 🥹 He missed her too)

She has lots of laughs in the morning as Malik steals kiss after kiss as she helps him with his robes (she insists on doing it for him wanting to baby him - he LOVES it 😂) She’s just trying to tie his robes and the assassin is all “Come here and let me kiss you!” 😘😘😘

When she started making them breakfast in the mornings he was surprised not used to having anything until later. Not with her! He’s well fed and it’s quite common for her to hold a spoon or some kind of finger food up for him to try or eat.

His face the first time she put a spoon of omelet under his nose was PRICELESS. (He can and WILL eat an entire spread that she makes for lunch lol - do not underestimate how much this man loves her cooking)

He is ALL TOO AMUSED when giving his beloved lessons in Arabic. Holding her hand and helping her write the script, reminding her that Arabic is right to left and not left to write. Sometimes it’s uneven or she misses something, but he feels so proud to see her leaning his language.

Sure he chuckles softly and teases her when she gets something wrong after a gentle correction, but God help anyone who insults her or makes fun of her. Because it’s not pretty 😰😬

He writes love letters. I refuse to believe otherwise. This man is eloquent, intelligent, well educated, witty and from the Levant - he has charming smoothness running through his beautiful Syrian veins.

His letters come to her like puzzles. Her native tongue isn’t Arabic but Malik will write to her in Arabic and let her solve it. He trusts her to do it on her own and then come to him with a sweet knowing smile, flattered, flustered and appreciative of his romantic correspondence.

Don’t. You. DARE tell me that Malik Al-Sayf does not bring flowers to his woman. He presses jasmine for her in books that he shares with her, carries her favorites in the pockets of his robes and come up behind her to twist and braid them into her hair.

When she and Malik have to be parted for a time she rubs a little bit of oil lightly along the parchment to carry her scent to him. Needless to say Malik sleeps with it next to him in her spot. Quite a few times the scent of her lingering next to him, has convinced him that she’s actually there. He rolls over to sleepily scoop her into his arms, only to hear a crinkle and feel the dryness of paper.

He hates that she sometimes gets injured taking care of him. Part of him still carries a bit of guilt from the time when she was burned by the oven fire when trying to bake him pita bread. Malik’s even hunted down a special kind of teapot, to avoid his love being popped by hot water, after he held her as she cried from being scalded.

He’ll rub ointment on her injuries and tenderly kiss the tips of her poor fingers when she accidentally pricks herself with her sewing needle. It’s the least he can do considering it only happened because she was trying to sew a tear in his robes or make him another shirt.

Malik will never admit it… but he’s pretty much a Syrian cat lol. He will lounge in her lap and practically purr as she runs her fingers through his hair (that he grew out for her) If she scratched her nails against his scruff? He’s GONE. So high in the clouds nothing can reach him.

You wouldn’t think so at first… but I firmly believe Malik to be a lover sleeper. By this I mean he wants her ALL OVER HIM. He loves it when she rests her head on his chest just so where he can smell the incense in her hair. Loves how she sometimes curls closer to him in her sleep sleepily murmuring either nonsense or checking on him.

It’s the best thing for him when she hitches her leg across his and clings to him. Because he clings right back and will for as long she’ll have him.

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codextober day 2: codex!

this is a 3D pixel art remake of an old piece!

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Altaïr steals an heiress

You are a princess from a crusaders' country.

You travel to Jerusalem with your court during the crusades in pilgrimage, and for more safety use a servant to stand for you as a double.

Altaïr is task to retrieve a document that you are known to carry that would put your father at the head of the Crusades' operations. The Brotherhood seeks to avoid conflict.

He doesn't know that the one he stole from the double is fake, and that you are the one to carry the real one.

You confront him on the streets because you thought he meant to attack the princess.

Somehow, with the guard behind you, you manage to corner him but he kills most of your guards before you are all taken by slavers that captures you.

Altaïr was on the verge to flee but end up trying to save you, only to be captured himself. He understood that you are the one with the real document.

The two of you are stuck together and travel across cities, getting very close and change your resentment toward each other in pure admiration. He likes your courage, and is touched by the fact that you feel left out from your family even though he doesn't know who you truly are. You are impressed in his capabilities in combat and his philosophical insight, and that in the short time you travelled with him, you know he is a good man, even though he doesn't open up to you as much as you do. You know he cares a great deal about his weapons, because being stripped of them angers him a lot.

Despite his attempts, you still doesn't give up the location of the document. He ends up explaining to you why he needs it.

One day, he is bought by a foreman and manage to escape. He comes back for you, and to your surprise binds you in order to drag you back to Jerusalem and get the scroll back. You follow him without resistance because the truth is, you like him, and you like being with him.

He manages to get his sword and secret blade back, but is mad because the rest has been sold.

Back to Jerusalem, you stall as much as you can, and try to get recognised by anyone you know, but Altaïr takes too good care of you.

You pass by a herald that annonces your father's death. You freeze and fall on your knees. Altaïr calls out to you and when you still don't move he carries you away from the crowd. You realise that being the only daughter your late father have, you will have the duty to carry the next king. Your life seems over.

Altaïr has no idea what you're going through but worries nonetheless. Since you both escaped from the slaver, he's been trying to fight his feelings for you.

You come to your senses and finally decide to tell him who you are, but you are stopped by someone from your father's court who recognizes you and immediately order that we free you and chase your captor. You have no time to explain, and Altaïr escapes but not without hearing your true title.

You are to be sent back to your country and be wed, to save the kingdom because your extended family would cause ruins otherwise. You have little freedom left but you get your hands on a steel dagger with an familiar eagle head in your father's men armoury.

For his part, Altaïr feels betrayed and confused. He doesn't know how he planned this to turn out but not with you being obliged to go far away. The document he was meant to retrieve is null now that your father is dead. His mission is accomplished, yet he still decides to seeks you out.

He watches you from the rooftops for days before decides he can't wait any longer. You're due to depart soon.

He comes to you in your favorite spot, without anyone around. You stare into each other eyes and you give him his dagger that you kept on you at all times. He asks what is going to become of you, you explain to him that you already have many suitors back in your country with a sad air. He asks if that's what you really want.

When you answer, he offers that you run with him.

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Rant 2

Okay wait no hold on I have a continuation to my ac 1 rant. 

Just a small detail because I do not know when I will write these ideas and I don’t want them lost to the abyss and also I don’t want to write the essay I’m suppose to be writing for class : )

OKAY so, Tazim. Yes, Tazim. 

Tazim who has his designated table for his rag tag group. Tazim who’s crew have their designated seating at this table - much like we all did in high school. Everyone had their seat. No one else can take that seat. No other group can take your table. It’s the law. 

This crew who was tightly knit due to many experiences they’ve had together as well as their beliefs (Altair returning - putting him on such a high pedestal that they look up to him as an icon or somethin nearly to a god.)

Tazim’s crew who go through an important, deadly experience with high hopes because “Altair got through worse, so can we.” and lose one of their own due to a mishap. They are one less man now. Tazim who, despite the loss of this crewmate, refuses to let anyone take this friend’s place where they sit because that was his spot and no one else’s. He’s coming back. That’s his false belief. He always leaves this space empty.

- I’ll save you a seat when the table’s set, and hold your place until you return. -

[ali-ely]

Altaïr Ibn La Ahad 🦅

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